It was over in an instant. Muller screamed as Zechs brought his beam saber down on the Aries, splitting it in two. The explosion threw him out of his mobile suit, sending him flying across the cliff. Then everything went blank.
Muller's scream rang in Alex's ears. In a blind rage, Alex attacked Zechs, forcing him into the water. He fired on the Tallgeese, letting out his anger at Muller's death. "Say your prayers, Merquise," he snarled. The Tallgeese disappeared in a blue haze. Alex scanned the water for the remains of the mobile suit. Nothing was there. "Where'd he go?" he wondered. He swung the Cancer around to look for Zechs.
Suddenly the Tallgeese gripped the Cancer's gun arms. In one swift jerk, Zechs tore the suit apart. Alex cut through his seat restraints before the Cancer blew up.
The water was freezing. Alex gasped as he hit it, letting a flood of water into his mouth. His lungs spasmed and he struggled to get air. Why hadn't he learned how to swim? I guess I'll be seeing you sooner than I thought, Blue, he said to himself. He smiled grimly before he passed out, sinking to the bottom.
Sally studied the remains of the Alliance base in dismay. Bodies lay strewn throughout the rubble, some of them young men who had just graduated from the academy, excited and eager to make a name for themselves. One of them was holding a white flag. Massacre, she thought bitterly.
Angry and sick to her stomach, she stormed away from the base and down the cliffside. Why was OZ doing this? In her fury she strode forward quickly, not really watching or caring where she was headed. Something rolled under her feet. She bent down and picked it up. It was a pair of OZ mobile-suit pilot goggles. Whoever had bombarded the base must have left them by mistake. On the strap was written, in large black letters, the name MULLER. She slid the goggles into her pocket, hoping she'd meet this Muller later so he could ram them down his throat.
She kept walking, going steadily downwards toward the beach. When she reached the lower ledges, she stopped. A boy (at least she thought it was a boy) was lying facedown across the path, apparently unconscious. Seagulls were swarming around him, pecking at his OZ uniform and squalling and screeching.
Sally fired her pistol into the air, frightening them off. She hated gulls. Filthy, scavenging birds. After making sure that they were gone, she started towards the boy, uncertain whether she would like what she found.
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